Adoration for the Artist; 10/29/21
I always adored you while you sat
and translated the gloom inside
to a starry night sky
that gave light to the lost;
brought the oceans that drown you
to chromatic waves that could ease chaos.
With your voice so delicate
and a wooden flute,
I watch as you tame the wildest
and silence the unfathomable tempest.
Oh, young artist
You're an artwork void of frames
A symphony none could ever play.
Leave your museum, and draw your wings,
grace the cracked floors with ballet,
ash the rostrum with eternal flames.
Selfless artisan, Promethean genius,
you deserve the galaxies you splash on canvas.
A haven of flowers from words
you etched in a barren heart,
the standing ovation
for serenading their demons
while losing yourself
in your art.
May you be held in a garden of fireflies,
and danced under the heavens,
with gentle hands and eyes that recognize
the very masterpiece that is you.
May your calloused palms be filled
with mud and hues, and stars
that transcend the love you hold,
and dreams you told your scars.
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoesíaWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
